March 25, 2004

my school dentist

When I was in my primary, I noticed that a lot of my friends were afraid to go to the school dentist. Why? I don’t know. I have no problem with dentists… except for the rubber glove’s bad taste. They seriously could have made those rubber gloves with mint flavor or something like that. Or at least make them not to taste so fucking much like rubber. I wonder if condoms taste the same – have to ask some girls.

Anyway, back to the topic – school dentist. It was dreadful idea for my most of my prepubescent classmates – to go to the dentist. Some would cry hysterically whenever their names were called for a checkup… some would attempt to flee the classroom… and some would even shit in their own pants. But not me. I had a good set of teeth so, visiting the school dentist was kinda alright for me.

But all these changed when we advanced to our secondary years. The change was both drastic and eminent. Instead of shitting their pants, most of them VOLUNTEERED for their dental checkup. It was like, the complete opposite. I had no idea what happened then – as I was seldom being called into the dental clinic. Maybe the clinic had adopted something different that made the students really want to care for everything inside their mouth. What the fuck – I thought… good for them.

I remained clueless until several months through my first secondary schooling year – until one day, I was finally called for my routine dental check up. I ambled my way into the school dental clinic – until I came face to face with the truth behind all those fear migration amongst the students. It was the dentist. A chick. Well, not exactly a chick but, some female species with large bosom, and an hourglass figure. From what I can remember, the female dentist was then probably in her early or mid 30’s — but for that kind of standard in an all-boys school… she was as hot as an 18 year old. So, she was rightfully conferred as the hot-chick-dentist.

Back to my visit, when I reached her clinic, I was literally petrified… looking at her. All of a sudden, everything started to make sense to me – why chickens cross the road… why our planet is round… why the students were so eager for a dental checkup. It was like being flushed on the head inside a toilet bowl — an inrush wind of revelation to clear my fog of super blurness.

The chick-dentist then flagged me to mount onto the once fearful chair, which then looked more like a throne of lust festooned with lavenders and grapes. I hopped on it without further procrastination. She then asked me to open my mouth, which I did compliantly. Once I did that, the silhouette of her Farrah Faucett hair outline began to eclipse the dentist spotlight above the chair… and at the same time, I also felt something cushioning against the top of my head. Something very soft – like a silk bag stuffed with nylon wools. It didn’t take me long to realize that the ‘cushion’ was actually her boobies!

Oh my god, the experience was so splendid, that it made me totally forgotten about her distasteful rubber glove inside my mouth. All my energies were channeled to the 1/3 square ft area of receptors on my head… elevating the sensitivity 4 times out of its normal range. I completely focused all my attention to the information that the receptors were working hard to send to my brain… and was totally disconnected from reality.

My subconscious mind kept instructing my balls to keep producing hormones… more and more… until my cum nearly overflowed out of my nostrils… I would have yelled “Woooo hooo!!” if my mouth wasn’t filled with a pair of distasteful rubber gloves working on my teeth. Being ravaged by a dentist never felt so great.

And before I could even complete my ascend to heaven, my session was up – “You’re ok. You may go now”, her deep voice instructed me to unmount and go back to class. Debauchery short-lived – but it was the greatest checkup ever. From that day on, I finally understood why my fellow classmates weren’t afraid of the school dentist no more. It was because their hormones were being instigated to boil at room temperature !

Needless to say, this was a genius move by the school board to hire a hootchie dentist. Because of that, not only the students managed to improve their dental hygiene, but also managed overcome the fear/phobia of visiting a dentist. It changed our life forever. Say no to cavity. Fuck sweets and chocolates.

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